My mother was a witch, she was burned alive
Thankless little
Four O'clock in the morning now
Well I can't sleep for
Blessed stand I, he has in fear
Yield to despair,
Four swords
New York City
New York time 2084
Business man makes a deal
Oh Babe
I can recall the day
Close enough to make me
Tell momma about the things you do babe
Tell papa how
On the morning of tomorrow somethin' gonna crack.
Better not be
Steely eyes of a silvery people
Walk behind me, with evil
I'm gonna be a rock 'n' roll star
Gotta groove from
A jewelled sceptre plucked by order to serve their cause
To
Yes i'm coming
Angel from the sky, put his hand in
You're like a jewel, that burns into me well,
you are
Ah ah ah I'm screamin' now at the top of
The dogs are howling and the night is black enough
Flyin' high, starcrossed lovers of the night
Flyin' high, starcrossed lovers
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